I saw the face of a young man, lying in a pool of blood.
They say it was gang violence, I say it was senseless.
I saw the face of a young girl, crying by the fence.
She said she didn’t see a thing, she wants her boyfriend back.
I saw the face of a young boy, riding up on his bike.
Shouting in vain through tear filled eyes, brother please get up.
I saw the face of a mother, running to the scene.
She threw herself upon her son, they had to force her off.
I saw the face of a father, anguish filled his heart.
Mumbling my boy got out, how could it go so wrong?
I saw the face of a young man, lying in a pool of blood.
They say it was gang violence, I say it was senseless.